It felt like a Sunday, as holiday Monday’s often do; fooling us into the familiar routine of preparing for another work week. As I sat across from the first friend I made after moving from the North. I couldn’t help but smile as the rain held back and we sat outside in the sunny warmth of the court yard between restaurants, Front Page News and Tijuana Garage. We chatted casually but with depth. Remembering why we were more than friends we were family- framily.
We ordered lunch and eagerly split everything. Got two extra plates and made our own tapas; sandwiches cut exactly in half and one side order of fries and another of salad shared equally. We talked about relationships and lessons learned. Talked about who we wanted to be and what we wanted to experience. Life we both realized was about balance and making time for those things you enjoy doing like reading a great book or always wanted to do, like learn to play the guitar.
As we left the restaurant and prepared to walk around and experience the hidden gems of Atlanta we both understood the importance of spending time in the company of someone who gets you. Spending time with people who honor your you-ness while you honor theirs. Those friends, family or family members who allow you to be yourself yet encourage you to be your best possible version. As we walked and talked and laughed we recognized that we are that to each other and the smiles, nods and warm conversation of the people we met that day indicated that they recognized it too.
I thought you should know.